braided leather lashes bind behind head
cross stitch bitches with bludgeoned crotch needles
stuff animals into their missing eyes
wicked drool dripping down candied wax-lips
cock fights rage in back alleys of bedlam
as masqueraded wedding bells ring twelve
in an orgy of swelled fingers and tongues
baby-doll ankle bones bathe in warm silk
uninhibited grins wildly spinning
like whirlpool jet streams of soap scum
down drains where voyeurs sit on city streets
and drink champagne and toast to anything
I bury my blue balls in a bone yard
beyond bounds of the neighborhood hell hounds








well holy shit you've sure painted some pictures here of some things that go on behind closed doors... and did it brilliantly!!!
I'm starting to think you're picking on me what with that and the "blonde indifference" thing 

<== see.. I'm
not
heh

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